Couscous and cocktails

Day number 2 of socialising with 'The Smith' and her other half. She came round, with her fiance, for a tapas party, moroccan style (but with a bit of pork!) I wanted the blip to be of my lovely array of little plates full of delectable treats, but these pair along with the boy are gannets and I didn't get time before they devoured the lot. A much more successful moroccan night than the last one, where the tagine broke in two and I forgot to pull out the poo from the prawns!

Soon 'The Smith' was up to her usual party trick of being cocktail waiter and we were trashed by the time the sun went in apart from the boy who had to stay sober to pick his Mum and Dad up from the airport. Poor boy.

There's one good thing about being friends with your manager, you get to find out things, unfortunately she isn't in charge of pay rises though. Maybe I need to invite the big boss round for tapas!

How is that tennis ball hovering in the air? Spooky? Must get Ian Pakora round to investigate.